Let's just say I got a little bit high on Jesus earlier today. He took a minute to remind me just how good he is, and I went crazy. Some would say exuberant, others would say insane. Either one works.
I got a call 2 hours after I had exhausted my last job option. I got out of the interview and knew that there was no way they would possibly hire me. It was family owned, family run, and they basically told me they didn't hire outsiders. Why they took the time to interview me, I don't know, but that's their deal. So I got out of this interview knowing that of all the jobs I had put in applications and gone through interviews for, there was one left that could be a possibility. I was hopeful, but still had to trust. I wasn't promised the job, after all.
You all can guess how it ends. I got the job. The phone call was an unofficial offer. (:
Anyway, I had the radio on. Country is my pick-me-up-when-I'm-already-lovin'-life music choice, so that's what I had it on, and it was blasting and loud because I was happy and excited. While most of that is irrelevant....oh whatever. Seriously, you can just read this the way I am writing it right now because I am still bouncy inside and everything is coming out a jumbled mess. No fancy writing--just pure, well, me.
The song that was on the radio was Anywhere With You. It's a guy singing about how he'd go anywhere with his girl. I wasn't thinking of it that way though. I sang it loud and proud to my Jesus. "Thank you, Jesus" was the first thought on my mind, so it's what I sang. The lyrics go like this.
Pick a spot on any old map
I travel light and my bags are packed
Just as long as I'm where you're at
I'm gonna have a real good view
I'll go anywhere, anywhere with you
Yeah, Jesus. I'll go anywhere with you. My bags are packed. I'm ready. Take me and I'm sure it'll be wonderful--as long as I'm with you.
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